Lungworth

After her homeland, such a friendly reception seemed unusual and unfamiliar to Shanaz, although the Heckelian found it difficult to pinpoint whether the reason was the different mentality of the local residents or the fact that having an all-seeing demigoddess as their ruler made the work of the local guards so much easier that they were less exhausted than their Heckelian counterparts. The unfamiliar architectural style, with its abundance of Arterian motifs, also stood out – something she didn't often see in her homeland, although for the inhabitants of the western countries of Vistaria, it was hardly something new. But, one way or another, she could admire the local beauties later, while postponing a visit to the no less unfamiliar "Citizenship and Immigration Service" would not be the most sensible decision. So, Shanaz directed her tired feet in that direction.

— Allow me to officially welcome you to Lungwort. — Despite having to deal with a large number of people, she didn't look tired. — First, tell me, are you a war refugee or a traveler in need of shelter and food?

— Thank you for your hospitality, — the Heckelian said with a polite smile, — but what do you mean, a refugee? Do I look like someone who has seen the horrors of war? Just a traveler who has chosen Lungwort as her destination.